Oh God. Oh GAWD, you’re going to die after admitting such a deep down secret, but instead of laughing at you, they bury their mouths in your hair, your neck, and whisper wonderful words. Cherishing words.
Aw, baby. Such a sweet girl. His fucking loss. Going to make you feel so good. No one is rejecting anyone tonight. You won’t be thinking of anything but how we’re moving in and out of you. Christ, that mouth of yours…those legs…
You and Cop groan into a kiss that makes your thoughts fuzzy as Biker urges the three of you toward the bedroom. When you stumble, Biker swings you up into his arms, growling when Cop attempts to steal you away, his jaw bunched, eyes challenging. After a stare down where all you can do is watch breathlessly, the men seem to reach some tacit agreement, Cop wrapping your hair around his fist, both of them holding some part of you as the bedroom looms closer…
5
Biker sets you down at the foot of your bed, but Cop doesn’t unwind his fist from your hair, keeping your head tipped back so far you can see the familiar crack in the ceiling. With Cop’s broad chest on one side of you, Biker’s on the other, they crowd in, eyeballing each other over your upturned face
“How do we decide who gets to lick her pussy?” Cop grounds out. “We both want it.”
“No argument there,” Biker says, resting his lips on your temple. “She hasn’t kept her hips still for a second since we left the restaurant. I bet it’s wet all over.”
Cop groans so loud, an answering sound leaves your mouth, your legs dipping again, both men moving quickly to hold you upright. “This seems like a premature conversation when I’m still wearing all my clothes,” you mutter, pride stinging a little at the effect they’re having on your motor skills.
Biker delivers one of those amused laughs into your hair. “Now I can’t decide if I want to use my tongue to stroke your clit.” His hand slides between your legs, cupping your core possessively. “Or if I want to sink my cock into your smart mouth.”
BOTH PLEASE, you think of crying out, but manage to refrain. And then you’re distracted by Cop’s hands on the bodice of your dress, his blunt fingers undoing your buttons one…by…one, before he peels the garment down and exposes your strapless black bra and—
Both of their chests begin heaving, two sets of eyes making prey out of your flesh, blazing over your breasts, hips, thighs and leaving lava in their wake. Cop attacks the front clasp of your bra, sending your breasts bouncing free and that’s when they both go a little nuts. Biker rubs his palm against the juncture of your thighs once more, then tears the underwear from your body. You’re still reeling from the unexpectedness of that move when Cop dips down and surges forward, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, cheeks hollowing, eyes closing tight as if he’s savoring the taste.
But Cop is distracted when the sound of Biker unbuckling his belt fills the room. Cop bares his teeth against your nipple, jaw going tight, before straightening to unfasten his own pants. The two men gravitate together, a heady combination of animosity and interest crackling in the air between them. Without warning, Biker slides his hand into the opening of Cop’s jeans, grasping what can only be the other man’s arousal, and any doubt is erased when Cop makes a choked sound.
“Be gentle with her pussy for now,” says Biker, leaning over to kiss your lips, a wet, languid dream that makes you sway forward. “Oh, yeah. She’s going to beg for it hard and fast, but we’re finishing her together. We on the same page?”
You’re actually worried Cop might take a swing at Biker, his body is so rigid with tension, obviously a man not accustom to taking orders. Or being touched intimately by a member of the same sex. Instead, however, he snakes a hand through Biker’s open fly, his forearm flexing as he takes hold of the other man’s erection, and he isn’t easy about it if Biker’s wince is any indication. “Yeah, we’re on the same page,” Cop rasps. “You go easy on her mouth while I’m getting my fill, though. If I hear her choke or see her try to tap out, I’ll break you in half.”
After a tight nod, they release one another, Biker moving past you while stripping off his shirt, shoving down his pants and sitting on the bed’s edge. You hear cop rummaging in your nearby closet, but you’re distracted by Biker’s incredible body. His pierced nipples could have been lost in the riotous pattern of his tattoos if they didn’t wink in the lamplight. Your gaze meanders down the swirling blue ink until it lands on his erection, thick and beautiful where it lays on his stomach. His dangerous smirk beckons you forward, but before you can fall to your knees between Biker’s thighs, Cop jerks your hips back against his naked lap.